When Wang Yi stormed off, Director Zhu's face was a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
That guy Wang Yi hadn't shown the slightest regard for his dignity. Not only had he insulted him to his face, he'd also exposed the whole story behind the scenes for everyone to hear.
He wasn't attending training camp because they wouldn't let Wang Pang Bo play in the World Cup.
Once the roster came out without Pang Bo's name, plenty of people would have their suspicions, but everyone would understand what had happened.
The players, coaches, and officials wouldn't say anything. After all, they had to think about their own futures.
As for the speculation from the outside, they could just make up some excuse later—say he'd been injured in training, for example—and that would be enough to fool everyone.
But Wang Yi had taken all the things everyone had silently agreed to keep quiet about and laid them bare in broad daylight.
It would make everyone look bad.
Seeing all the players staring at Director Zhu, Coach Wang hurriedly scolded them. "Eat, eat! Then go rest. We still have training this afternoon!"
The players quickly lowered their heads and shoveled food into their mouths.
Only Pang Bo stared blankly at the door.
He was only seventeen, but from the exchange between Wang Yi and Director Zhu, shouting at each other just moments ago, he'd already started to understand.
So Brother Yi wasn't attending training because of him.
He might have grown to 2.11 meters tall, but he was still a kid.
In this situation, he had no idea what to do.
In the end, he could only turn back and silently eat his meal.
Coach Wang's gaze fell on Pang Bo too. Seeing how helpless he looked, he cursed inwardly.
Those bastards wouldn't